Verse 2

Therfore when the wicked (euen myne enemies & my foes) came vpon me, to eate vp my flesh, they stombled and fell.

Referenced Verses

  • Ps 14:4 : 4 Their mouth is full of cursinge and bytternes, their fete are swift to shed bloude. Destruccion & wretchednes are in their wayes, ad the waye of peace haue they not knowne: there is no feare off God before their eyes.
  • Job 19:22 : 22 Seynge God persecuteth me, wil ye vexe me also? Haue ye not yet ynough of the trouble of my flesh?
  • John 18:3-6 : 3 Now whan Iudas had take vnto him the copany, & mynisters of the hye prestes and Pharises, he came thither with creshettes, wt lanternes, and with weapens. 4 Iesus now knowinge all yt shulde come vpon him, wete forth, and sayde vnto the: Whom seke ye? 5 They answered him: Iesus of Nazareth. Iesus sayde vnto them: I am he. Iudas also which betrayed him, stode with the. 6 Now whan Iesus sayde vnto the: I am he, they wete bacwardes, and fell to the grounde.
  • Ps 9:3 : 3 Because thou hast dryue myne enemies abacke, they were discofited, & perished at thy presence.
  • Job 31:31 : 31 Yet they of myne owne housholde saye: who shal let vs, to haue oure bely ful of his flesh?
  • Ps 18:4 : 4 The paynes of hell came aboute me, the snares of death toke holde vpo me.
  • Ps 18:38-42 : 38 I will smyte them, they shall not be able to stonde, but fall vnder my fete. 39 Thou hast gyrded me with strength vnto ye batell, thou hast throwe them all downe vnder me, that rose vp agaynst me. 40 Thou hast made myne enemies to turne their backes vpon me, thou hast destroyed the yt hated me. 41 They cried, but there was none to helpe the: yee euen vnto the LORDE, but he herde the not. 42 I will beate them as small as the dust before the wynde, I will cast them out as ye claye in the stretes.
  • Ps 22:16 : 16 For dogges are come aboute me, the coucell of ye wicked hath layed sege agaynst me.
  • Ps 53:4 : 4 How ca they haue vnderstondinge, that are the workers of wickednes, eatinge vp my people as it were bred, & call not vpon God?
  • Ps 62:3-4 : 3 How longe wil ye ymagin myschefe agaynst euery man? ye shal be slayne all ye sorte of you: yee as a tottringe wall shal ye be, & like a broken hedge. 4 Their deuyce is only how to put him out, their delyte is i lyes: they geue good wordes wt their mouth but curse wt their herte.
  • Ps 118:12 : 12 They came aboute me like bees, & were as hote as the fyre in the thornes, but in the name of the LORDE I wil destroye them.
  • Isa 8:15 : 15 And many shal stomble, fall, and be broke vpon him: yee they shalbe snared and taken.
  • Ps 3:7 : 7 Vp LORDE, and helpe me, o my God: for thou smytest all myne enemies vpon the cheke bones, and breakest the teth of the vngodly.